The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, April 18, 1897, Page 25

24 THE S FRANCISCO CALL. SUNDAY. APRIL 18, 1897 \) L N EASTER LILEY ’ Bring liles white on Easter morn | To deck the fount—He loved them so! : Thev watched alone beside His tomb. Bring lilies—purest buds that blow. | Oh, hallowed vigil! lilies fair, i We envy thee that service sweet, | To watch beside His lowly tomb— To bloom in beauty at His fect. That morn was born the hope we know, | That after darkness light shall be; | We hold the lilies in our hands | And praise thee for Gethsemane. ‘ CORNIE L. BARTLETT. | e An (Ea;tef Greeting. | i FROM YOUR EDITRESS. | Life is fu'l of joy to-day- i Chime out. sweet bel Allfear ot d Tias pussed away. Chime out, sweet bells® To-day we publish again the picture of the silver badge of C. R. C. They are th ready for distribution now. Send 50 cents with 2 cents for return postage by mail. Address all letters to Mary W. Richards, San Francisco CALL. City members may leave the money, with their address, at the business office | of THE CALy, on Market :treet. Then | | their badges will be forwarded to them as | s00n as possivle. They are going rapidly, and if you wish | to possess one of the first supply you must send your money right away. AN EASCER | SCTORY. For Tiny Folks. By RomEro Covoxt (C. R. C.). | It was the week before Easter, and the children were looking forward to the day a3 one of the brightest of the yea Most of them were sure the little long- eared rabbits would come while they slept and leave pretty brieht-colored eggs for them in a!l sorts of odd hiding places. But poor little Willie O’ Brien didn’t talk much about it. He was 5 years old, and never hud had an Easter egg. He could not understand at all why the bunnies | slighted him. The boys said 1t was 'cause | he was poor and wore such old clothes. +H'm, rabbits don’t like poor folks,” cried one boy whose father was rich. Willie's paps had been dead for three | years, and his mother went out washing | for a living, so the poor little boy was left | alone a great deal. One night when his mamma came home very tried and hungry Willie asked ner what she thought about it. The poor woman was hurrying to got their supper and did not mean to be harsh when she said: *'On, don’t be botherin’ me now about yer Easter egzs. They're not for the likes of ye, I tell ye.” A great lump gathered in the little fellow’s throat | and nis eyes filled with tears, “Then it must be true,” he said, ‘‘rab- bits don’t like poor folks. The child went to slesp very sad, but he | dreamed a sweet, sweet dream about a nest in the grass filled with red, blue, yeliow and purple eggs. Beside the nest sata vure white rabbit, and while he was watching it, strange to #ay, it openea its mouth and in tones as sweet as the music of alittle siiver bell sald, ““Willie, dear, these eggs are all for you, for you!” Then it disappeared. i He felt jike crying when, in the morn- ng , he found ke had only been dreaming, but the memory of it gave him sweet faith that in spite of his mother's discouraging words the rabbits would surely not forget | him this year. | you xnow A l 20008000 0nMaat So be told his little chum, Bobbie Gray |of how he had dreamed sucha Jovely | dream and how he felt snre that on Easter morning it would come true. When Bobbie went home he told his sister Nettie, who was older than he, how he did hope that Willie might bave some pretty eges. He also told her about the little boy’s dream and his belief that it would come true. His sister promised to try to think up some plan whereby Willie might not be disappointed. At last she said, “‘Bobbie, are you will- ing to give up eating your egg for break- fast every morning until Easter? If you do, I shall also. Let me —four days —that would make eight eggs. Then we'll save our nickels, too, to buy fonr more; sowe'll have a whole dozen, and e’'ll need to spend something for dyes with which to color them.” +Oh, you're a brick, sister!” shouted Bobbie, throwing his hat into the air, ‘and we'll keep it a secret, snd Wililie "ili think the rabb:ts did it, after all.”’ Time passed. The egzs were laid away ely every day by the children with an air of great mystery and importance, and “no guestions answered” was the way they replied to all inquiries about their sudden dislike to eggs for breaklas:. The little iron bank in Bobbie’s room held six bright nickels when the day before Easter arrived. Bobbie anda Nettie were very busy that day, and in the eveninga dozen beauti- fuily colored eggs Iay in a pretty little basket ready to be carried over to Mrs. O’'Brien’s the next morning. There was something else in the basket, too. When Nettie and Bobbie were leaving the store after buying the dyes Mr. Brown, the pro- prietor, had called Bobbie back to give him a beautiful white sugar 1abbit, with little pleces of pink sugar for eyes. Bob- bie was delighted, for he had never before owned one, but after much debating wit. himsell he had finally placed itin W lie's basket. They had had great fun coloring the epgs, and Bobbie's hands and face and Nettie’s apron were very funny looking all daubed and streaked with yellow and blue. Willie had spent a very lonely Satur- day. All the other boys and girls were so much occupied talking over the good “to-morrow” coming and practicing for their Sunday-school exercises, that they had no time to think of him. Poor little fellow! Hesat on the back- door step muncling his dry bread and iooking up at the lovely blue sky, over which flocks of soft, wooliv sheep were rolling and tumbling along, his eyes as blue as the skies, aud his hair shining like a mass of spun gold in the bright sun- shine, A'lat once he ran down into the yard and busied himself in making a great, lovely nest of the long green grass which covered the ground, talking to himself all the while, “Ill make it so pretty and so safe and so comfie that they'll know how I do love them, and they'll leave me some red eggs and some blue ones and some yellow ones.” Then when all was finished be dropped on his knees and lisped, ‘‘Please, God, don’t let the bunnies forget Willie this time.” Early the next morning two little fizures slipped out from Mr. Nelson’s front door before any one else was stirring. Between | them was the basket of eggs. Down the lane and around the corner across to the place where Willie lived they went. | There was a hole in the fence through sight of the nest. “Just the thing,”” whispered Nettie, | “Willie made it on purpose, I'm sure.” The ezgs were soon nicely fixed in the nest and the children hurried away, so | frightened that Willie might catch a glimpse of them. About an bour afterward. as they were eating their breakfast, they heard Willie's voice outsile, calling: “Oh, Robbiel come, sec! They did! | They dia! I knew they would!” Bobbie and Nettie felt very glaa when they went out and saw the littie fellow’s joy as he stood with his pretty eggs in his apron, whilo the sugar rabbit was held lovingly up 1o one cheek. Then out came their father and mother, and when they uttered words of praise to their children Bobbie said 1t was the very happiest Easter morning he had ever spent. .- — Ezyttr Monsay. Every Easter Monday the beautiful erounds of the White House, where our President lives, are thrown open to the children of the city for their egg-rolling, AN EASTER FANCY. and lots of fun they have running hither and thither over the green lawns after the pretty, bright-colored egzgs. The pap: and mammas, grandmas and grandpas, all go, 100, and enjoy the sport almost as mucn as the boys and sirls. M. W. R. — e —— Gorrespondents’ Golumn. Homer F. K.—Alice Bell was the first mem- ber of C, R. What you refer to was & misprint. M. W. R. Maud Mallory—Thanks for mentioning me |in your poem about Childhood’s Realm. I think it was fine. Ithink Retha Waldan writes the most in- teresting letters for the jage. M. EVA NAVONE. | E.Randall-C. R. C. means Childhood’s | Realm Club. M. W. R. | Exchanges Received. Weeklies— “Harper's Round Table,’ “Youths' Companion.’ “‘Golden Days.” Monthlies— “Kindergarten News,” for April. A specinl Froebel number. “Our Little Ones and the Nursery.” which they crept. Then tney caught . and Ng-. Egg_s- Mr. and Mrs. Eggs, A-going for a wall Bays Mr. Egrs to Mrs. Eggs, “My dear, why don’t you talk ?" Says Mrs, Eggs to Mr. Eges, “"[is Easter, don’t you know?" Bays Mr. Eggs to Mrs. Eggs, “Ob, yes, my dear, that's so.” Lucy Moecies (C. R. C.). FITCHEURG, Cal,, April 7, 1897. Dear Editof: This is my third letter to you. I will send you a puzzle. Iam glad when Sun- day comes so I can read THE CALL. I have two kittens—a black and a gray. The black one is named Peter Jackson and the gray one Jack McAuliffe. Lam very much interested in the Children’s Realm. 1 have a tittle brother named William Clark McClintock. Isolved some of last Sunday’s puszles. EpwIN CECIL MCCLINTOCK. SAN FrANcIsco, April 3, 1897. Dear Editress: 1 thought I would write you another letter and tell you about our garden and orchard. We live in the Mission and have some very fine fruit-trees, which bear well very year. Atpresentall of these fruit-trees are in bloom and they are indeed s pretty sight. The color of the blossoms on the peach ireos are pink. The pear, plum, cherry and spricot blossoms are white. We have alsoa large liiac tree, which is lovely when in bloom. lintend to write s puzzie or a story for the Children’s Reaim, as I wish to belong 1o the C. R. C. Club. I remain, your constant reader, JuLiET DRiscoLt, 25 Dorland street. SAN ANDREAS, Cal., April 6, 1897. Dear Editor: As I have not seen any letters from our little town I thought I should be the first to write to THE CALL 1 go for the mail every Sunday evening expressly to get the Childhood Reaim page first. Papa has taken THE CALL for two years and it scems as though we coula not do withoutit. Iam 12 years of ageand 1 am in the fifth grade. My teacher’s name is Mr. Floyd, and I like him very much. Hoping to sve my letter in print I rematn your reader, ____ NORNA CASSINELLL BUENA VISTA RANCH, April 7, 1897, Dear Editor: Mamma hass 20-acre almond orchard. My sister Pauline has an aviary of fantails and I have one of common pigeons. Iam 9 vearsold. My birthday is in Septem- ber. Ihave two sisters, but no brother. This is my first leiter to you and I hope to see it published in mext week's CaiL. Ien- joy reading the letters and puzzles. Mamma | has taken THE CALL for three years. We have | only one little horse. We go to school every Aay. Your friend, NINETA HOVEY. New fizzley 1 1 Hidden name of a holiday. Those asters are very beautiful. i 1L Iama bird; behead mo and I mean to | impels boat. J. MORGAX (C. R. C.). 1IL A dismond, 1. A consonant in pla: 2. Past tense of a verb meaning to move with rapidity. 3. A subsiance used for writing on. 4. An instrument for catching flies. 5. A consonant in player. L. MITcRELL (C. R. C.). IV. Word square. 1. An interrogative pronoun. Ananimal. 3. Weapons. | 4. An examination. D. H. ALLENMORE (C. R. C.). V. It the Bm t, put some: bu if the B, (Selected.) T. Joos (C. R. C.). VL Pi—A maxim. Knihterotebuoytea. ALMA SEA (C. R. C.). VIL. To an organ of the body, add a body of | water and have a large city. | MABEL CAss (C. R. C.). VIIL (a) Whatis the difference between & turkey and a lady? Ipa SULLIVAN (C. R. C.). (b) What Is the aifference between an ordi- nary man and the president of & female col- lege? GRETTA CLUFF (C. R. C. IX. Transpositions by Hartley Jackson (C. Read forward, s weight; backward, an ad- verb. Forward, to deface; backward, sn animal. Forward, the Supreme Being; backward, an animal. Forward, to steal; backward, ar instrument, Forward, a tool; backward, a verb. Forward, & boy's nickname; backward, a color. | X. My 3, 4 and 5 an instrument for writing. My 7,8,9a period of life. My 1,2, 10, 4 & solid mathematical figure, My 6, 4,7. 3 a pile. A chief city in one of the northern countries of Europe. E. CORDAN (C. R. C.). Acrostic. (Original.) Isany one unweicome here .” No, for all are friends sincere. Children, all excepting one, Her aim it is to help us on; ITuciting each to use his brain; Let her efforts not be vain. Devoting many hours (o us— Hours most faithful to her trust. Oh! may God bless our friend so kind! Oh! may each one improve his mind! Doing each his best to add Sunshine for each lass and lad. Remembering now in life's bright morn, Ere by age’s toil we're worn; Always rembering our God; Loving him from the first, our road May be light with all life’s load. CARRIE GONSALVES (C. R. C.), Pnswers for Ppril 11, 1897. 1. Head, nose, toe, ear, feet. 1L (a) One watches the cells, the other sells the watches. (b) His fore legs (four) and his two hind legs. 11L Because it's always in fun. ? (gee) makes 1t go. V. MENU. Oysters. Crab salad. Cream soup. Smelts. Rock cod. Shrimps. Roast beef. Turkey. Cranberries. Turnips. Tomatoes. Fraits. Mince ple. Nuts and Raisins. Water-ice. Coffee and Cheese. VI. Mary W. Richards. VIL. Seal-bear-goat-cat. VIII. Word square. FLY LYE YES IX. L 818 [ LIGHT (A dismona.) 8 HE : A X. D-are-d—dared. D-i-d—did. G-an-g—gang. Pnswers to Puzzles. Ot APril 11 have been received fr om the fol. lowing members of C.R.C.: Lucy Moeller, L. Nado, Emily Houston, M. Lagomarsino, Alice Bell, Ethel McClure, M. E. Navone, May McCarthy, Hilds Lippi, Alma Sea, Annie Jones and Ruby Loveland. For April4 from Emma Eggers and Theo- dore Joos. From non-members for April 4—A. Knutsen, For April11—L._E. Hoopsr, M. E. Hooper, Lizaie Behro and Hattie M. Willjams. Letters Acknowledged. We thank the boys and girls whése names follow for pleasant communications: Clarice Adams, Olga Zeller (C. R. C.), Edgar Reinhold, Theodore Joos (C. R. C.), Willlam Ross, H. F. Ross, L. Nado (C. R. C.), Charles H. Owens (C: R.C), M. E. Navone (C. R. C), May McCarthy, (C. R. C.), Ruth Sadler, Irene Moore, G. O. Dillworth, Edgar Randall, D, H. Allenmore (C. R. C.), Mabel Sway, Gladys Johnston, Hilda Lippi (C. R. C.), Crawford Carroll, Blanch Stout, Lizzie M. Wienke (C. R. C.), Ruby Loveland (C. R. C.). -